Category: Books
” There are stories that begin by frying pans, like the great dishes that tell a city. And to prepare spaghetti all’Assassina properly, it is necessary that the pan is strictly iron, bought in the store of pans in Barivecchia. Because only there , to be lucky, still it is. But I will tell you later. ”
I close “Spaghetti all’assassina” while I’m in the kitchen and...
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Under the impressiveness of Tuomiokirkko, I immerse myself in a Helsinki wrapped in white mystery, an unassailable sphere of reflection and an indomitable burst of irresistible sympathy.
Just left Miss Marple in her English cottage intent on making bird watching, to look after her garden and above all to observe human nature, we teleport ourselves, just outside the Finnish capital, in the seniors residenc...
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The need of the other is that there is often a mutual condition.
With this sentence that resonates faintly between the walls of my mind, I close with a caresse the last book I read, sitting on the terrace on a hot Sunday in late June.
Sharp as a knife, intense like a kiss under the blaze and true as only children (and animals) can be.
“Piccola Dea”, the debut novel of Rufi Tho...
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When I’m in my Paris, there is nothing more that I love that immerse myself in the façon de vivre typical of the French capital.
Get up early and enjoy a wonderful breakfast at a bistrot, sitting at the tables outside, sipping a café au lait with a basket of viennoiserie resting on the table with my favorite book of the moment. A tradition that has its roots in an indefinite time, was born in an ...
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